Silence

Last night, I was standing outside on my lawn at 3am - puppy on the end of a leash, the lawn crunchy with frost under our feet.  Standing there quietly, sleep quickly leaving me (for at least another hour, but that's another story involving children and not dogs), as I waited patiently for my dog to do his business. I noticed something.

Silence.

I don't mean it was quiet out, I mean it was silent. Not. A. Single. Sound. Silence.  Which is weird because we live so close to the highway; there's normally traffic noise, even at that late hour.

Silence is something I don't often here. The hum of the refrigerator, the drone, of the TV,  little children chattering in the other room...  my life is full of sound. But last night it all stopped for just a moment - it was as eerie as it was beautiful.

Then, in the distance, an owl hooted softly.
The dog finished his business and started sniffing through the leaves.
The furnace kicked on.

And just like that, the silence was gone.

I wonder if anyone else heard it?

You're still here?

I stopped by my Google Analytic page a few minutes ago and noticed that people are still checking this blog on a regular basis.  To which I thought to myself, 'why is anyone even bothering anymore??'

I suspect that the daily visitor is my husband.  He does it out of habit - you know, just to make sure I'm not up to any funny business.  Thing is, the funny business gets posted on Facebook, not here, Silly Head.  :)

So, since I'm here... what's new?

Well, beekeeping didn't go quite as p-  well, it just didn't go.  It sounds like such a romantic idea - all that nature, and outside, and making sweet sweet honey.  But truth is, it's hard freaking work!  And did you know that it's hot outside in July??  Like, really hot.  And then life with two little kids started getting in the way, and it's really hard to get to know how to do something well when you only show up once in awhile.  So anyway, I'm happy letting Dave be the beekeeper.  In the meantime, I'm trying to market it, or something.  Someone's gotta sell it I guess.  www.harrisonhoney.com

Puppy!  Long story short, I had a puppy fall on my lap and, in a moment of weakness, Dave didn't say no to keeping it.  I'm sure he's regretting that now, but, too late!  In a lot of ways, the puppy is a giant pain.  But also, in a lot of ways, this puppy is the best behaved puppy I've ever shared a house with.  I'm confident that he'll, eventually, be a really good dog.  Plus, girl child is in love with him.

Anyhue, that should keep you coming back regularly for another few months. 

Until next time...